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SpicyBean99 said:
I’m not bisexual because of men 😌 trust me, I didn’t need that kind of motivation. I’ve been into women longer than I’ve been into men. My first actual sexual experience (after what was taken from me without consent) was with a girl.
That said… I can totally see why some women later in life look at the chaos men bring and think, “You know what? Maybe softer hands: a better mouth and emotional intelligence is what I’m craving now.”

I still prefer being in relationships with men however. I like a strong, guy to take care of me and put me into my feminine energy. When I’m not dating, I do everything myself, so it’s nice for that to be taken care of for me!
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Sorry so many men are idiots, to self centered and only focused on themselves
 
CuriousRick said:
Sorry so many men are idiots, to self centered and only focused on themselves
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Don’t apologise on their behalf. Just keep being one of the good ones. Let’s collectively pray the shitty ones:
  • Always step in something wet while wearing socks
  • Never get good head.
  • Never find the Tupperware lid that matches
  • Always get the weak shower stream at the gym
  • Get a song stuck in their head but never the words
  • Always have one nostril blocked
  • Always finish first, alone
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Don’t apologise on their behalf. Just keep being one of the good ones. Let’s collectively pray the shitty ones:
  • Always step in something wet while wearing socks
  • Never get good head.
  • Never find the Tupperware lid that matches
  • Always get the weak shower stream at the gym
  • Get a song stuck in their head but never the words
  • Always have one nostril blocked
  • Always finish first, alone
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  • Always find a hole in their last pair of clean socks
  • Always pick the slow line at the grocery store
  • Always forget to roll up a car window before a spring shower
 
For those of you who might be interested, here’s a small exert of my new story which hasn’t yet been published. Yes, it’s from a personal memory of mine.

“Brad, do you want to film me?” I asked wryly, adjusting myself so that I was sat on my ass, legs still spread.

“Wh-what? Like, right now?” His voice cracked, and his hand stilled between his thighs.

I bit my lip, smirking. “Yeah. Unless you’d rather just keep staring.”

I could see his thoughts flash behind his eyes: whether it was too pervy, too forward, too intimate. But I could also see how badly he wanted to say yes.

Brad leant over his bed, shaking his phone from his jean pocket, dropping it and swearing under his breath as he fumbled around before dropping back onto his pillows, dick in one hand, phone in the other.

“You sure?” he asked, voice a little hoarse now. “I mean… you’re okay with it?”

“Start recording,” I said, my fingers already back between my thighs.

He hit record with a trembling thumb and, for the first time, felt the rush of being filmed. My moans were still real, but I let them spill from my lips with more intent now. The lens followed me clumsily, as Brad, now back at full mast, began jerking faster along with my movements.

“Do you like watching me?” I paused, sliding my fingers open in a scissor shape over my pussy. “ Does it turn you on? Hearing my pussy so fucking wet?” I looked directly into the camera. “Keep your eyes on me Bradley, and let me teach you how to fuck me.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead he groaned, as pre cum dripped from the tip of his dick.

His grip on the phone began to loosen, the angle skewed.

“Don’t you dare stop filming me until I cum.” I murmured, And don’t you dare cum before me.”

I began fucking myself with my fingers, curling them up inside my wet hole, pushing deeper with every thrust. I could tell Brad was close too; his grip was tight, hips twitching with every jerk but he didn’t stop; too caught up in the moment. Before I knew it; my orgasm hit in intense, hot waves and I felt my inner walls clench against my fingers. I arched my back riding those waves, my body shuddering and shaking, toes curling.

Brad let out a choked moan as he watched me cum, letting his hand drop from his cock. It twitched, hard and angry looking, bobbing helplessly in the air as he accidentally came hands free, dribbling down himself in thick white rivlets. His abs flexed with each contraction, his body shaking with ecstasy just like mine had.

Wanting to try one more thing for the camera, I brushed my hair back from my face and moved between his legs, lowering my head to his waist. The camera was still facing me, his hand shaking slightly. Gently, I dragged my tongue up over his balls, then along the length of his shaft, licking him clean. He was still pulsing softly, twitching against my mouth as I reached the head and closed my lips around him. Using my hand, I gently squeezed his foreskin upward, rolling it into my mouth, sucking softly as I let the last remnants of his seed slide down my throat before letting him slip from my mouth with a small, obscene pop.

If you read this far you deserve a treat.
 
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CuriousRick said:
  • Always find a hole in their last pair of clean socks
  • Always pick the slow line at the grocery store
  • Always forget to roll up a car window before a spring shower
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  • Get a paper cut every time they open their mail
  • Bite into hot pockets that are frozen in the middle and lava on the edges
  • Always smell like the inside of a subway (sandwich shop), no one wants to smell like a rotisserie chicken sandwich.
  • Get stuck behind slow walkers, every time you leave the house.

 
SpicyBean99 said:
View attachment 2546696For those of you who might be interested, here’s a small exert of my new story which hasn’t yet been published. Yes, it’s from a personal memory of mine.

“Brad, do you want to film me?” I asked wryly, adjusting myself so that I was sat on my ass, legs still spread.

“Wh-what? Like, right now?” His voice cracked, and his hand stilled between his thighs.

I bit my lip, smirking. “Yeah. Unless you’d rather just keep staring.”

I could see his thoughts flash behind his eyes: whether it was too pervy, too forward, too intimate. But I could also see how badly he wanted to say yes.

Brad leant over his bed, shaking his phone from his jean pocket, dropping it and swearing under his breath as he fumbled around before dropping back onto his pillows, dick in one hand, phone in the other.

“You sure?” he asked, voice a little hoarse now. “I mean… you’re okay with it?”

“Start recording,” I said, my fingers already back between my thighs.

He hit record with a trembling thumb and, for the first time, felt the rush of being filmed. My moans were still real, but I let them spill from my lips with more intent now. The lens followed me clumsily, as Brad, now back at full mast, began jerking faster along with my movements.

“Do you like watching me?” I paused, sliding my fingers open in a scissor shape over my pussy. “ Does it turn you on? Hearing my pussy so fucking wet?” I looked directly into the camera. “Keep your eyes on me Bradley, and let me teach you how to fuck me.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead he groaned, as pre cum dripped from the tip of his dick.

His grip on the phone began to loosen, the angle skewed.

“Don’t you dare stop filming me until I cum.” I murmured, And don’t you dare cum before me.”

I began fucking myself with my fingers, curling them up inside my wet hole, pushing deeper with every thrust. I could tell Brad was close too; his grip was tight, hips twitching with every jerk but he didn’t stop; too caught up in the moment. Before I knew it; my orgasm hit in intense, hot waves and I felt my inner walls clench against my fingers. I arched my back riding those waves, my body shuddering and shaking, toes curling.

Brad let out a choked moan as he watched me cum, letting his hand drop from his cock. It twitched, hard and angry looking, bobbing helplessly in the air as he accidentally came hands free, dribbling down himself in thick white rivlets. His abs flexed with each contraction, his body shaking with ecstasy just like mine had.

Wanting to try one more thing for the camera, I brushed my hair back from my face and moved between his legs, lowering my head to his waist. The camera was still facing me, his hand shaking slightly. Gently, I dragged my tongue up over his balls, then along the length of his shaft, licking him clean. He was still pulsing softly, twitching against my mouth as I reached the head and closed my lips around him. Using my hand, I gently squeezed his foreskin upward, rolling it into my mouth, sucking softly as I let the last remnants of his seed slide down my throat before letting him slip from my mouth with a small, obscene pop.
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Fuck. That’s hot.
 
Still have some records from my past.. always hot to film your sex and starting another round by replay it. 🥰 cannot show it since i stick to my promisses. :)
 
SpicyBean99 said:
  • Get a paper cut every time they open their mail
  • Bite into hot pockets that are frozen in the middle and lava on the edges
  • Always smell like the inside of a subway (sandwich shop), no one wants to smell like a rotisserie chicken sandwich.
  • Get stuck behind slow walkers, every time you leave the house.
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  • Not notice a slow leak in a tire until on the interstate.
  • Never see their favorite team win a championship
  • Never see the fresh pile of dog poop before they step in it.
  • Always find out the milk has spoiled when they take a big drink.
 
SpicyBean99 said:
For those of you who might be interested, here’s a small exert of my new story which hasn’t yet been published. Yes, it’s from a personal memory of mine.

“Brad, do you want to film me?” I asked wryly, adjusting myself so that I was sat on my ass, legs still spread.

“Wh-what? Like, right now?” His voice cracked, and his hand stilled between his thighs.

I bit my lip, smirking. “Yeah. Unless you’d rather just keep staring.”

I could see his thoughts flash behind his eyes: whether it was too pervy, too forward, too intimate. But I could also see how badly he wanted to say yes.

Brad leant over his bed, shaking his phone from his jean pocket, dropping it and swearing under his breath as he fumbled around before dropping back onto his pillows, dick in one hand, phone in the other.

“You sure?” he asked, voice a little hoarse now. “I mean… you’re okay with it?”

“Start recording,” I said, my fingers already back between my thighs.

He hit record with a trembling thumb and, for the first time, felt the rush of being filmed. My moans were still real, but I let them spill from my lips with more intent now. The lens followed me clumsily, as Brad, now back at full mast, began jerking faster along with my movements.

“Do you like watching me?” I paused, sliding my fingers open in a scissor shape over my pussy. “ Does it turn you on? Hearing my pussy so fucking wet?” I looked directly into the camera. “Keep your eyes on me Bradley, and let me teach you how to fuck me.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead he groaned, as pre cum dripped from the tip of his dick.

His grip on the phone began to loosen, the angle skewed.

“Don’t you dare stop filming me until I cum.” I murmured, And don’t you dare cum before me.”

I began fucking myself with my fingers, curling them up inside my wet hole, pushing deeper with every thrust. I could tell Brad was close too; his grip was tight, hips twitching with every jerk but he didn’t stop; too caught up in the moment. Before I knew it; my orgasm hit in intense, hot waves and I felt my inner walls clench against my fingers. I arched my back riding those waves, my body shuddering and shaking, toes curling.

Brad let out a choked moan as he watched me cum, letting his hand drop from his cock. It twitched, hard and angry looking, bobbing helplessly in the air as he accidentally came hands free, dribbling down himself in thick white rivlets. His abs flexed with each contraction, his body shaking with ecstasy just like mine had.

Wanting to try one more thing for the camera, I brushed my hair back from my face and moved between his legs, lowering my head to his waist. The camera was still facing me, his hand shaking slightly. Gently, I dragged my tongue up over his balls, then along the length of his shaft, licking him clean. He was still pulsing softly, twitching against my mouth as I reached the head and closed my lips around him. Using my hand, I gently squeezed his foreskin upward, rolling it into my mouth, sucking softly as I let the last remnants of his seed slide down my throat before letting him slip from my mouth with a small, obscene pop.

If you read this far you deserve a treat.
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Well......that didn't cool me down.... 🥵 :devilish::love:
 
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